stoned steel

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( Follow white-vomit.tumblr.com )Hematite is coloured black to steel or silver-grey, brown to reddish brown, or red. It is mined as the main ore of iron. Varieties include kidney ore, martite (pseudomorphs after magnetite), iron rose and specularite (specularhematite). 

@sixpenceee I recently found this material in a crystal store and I love it so much.

the jojo parts i haven't read yet
  • stone ocean: lesbians try to stop gay priest, Dio's back in action, ??? some universe shit goes down
  • steel ball run: cowboy race???? dinosaurs???? gyro zeppeli pizza mozzarella????? jonathan joestar is now a paraplegic? and a blonde?????
  • jojolion: what the fuck is going on, fusion, eyes?? on the walls? gross???, heterosexuality? in MY jojo? more likely than u think, four balls?? some guy has a shitty cut
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steven scribbles

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli

Kujo Jotaro x Noriaki Kakyoin

Higashikata Josuke x Kishibe Rohan

Guido Mista x Giorno Giovanna

Narciso Annasui x Kujo Jolyne

Gyro Zeppeli x Johnny Joestar

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Women age differently than men do. In a man, the left ventricle, the one that pumps red blood into the body gets larger, thicker as it gets older. In a woman, it shrinks. I am now more than a century old. My heart must be just a few karats at this point. There is room there for very little, so what still fits inside means more to me than ever. It means everything. The last 100 years of my immortal life have been a lie. The illusion of control. In truth, I have controlled nothing. I have surrounded myself with fools and flatterers, put my trust in those who could not be trusted. Enemies without. Enemies within. It is time to construct something new. Something durable. With fortifications of iron, stone and steel. I will not be ruled. I will not be managed. My largess betrays me. Those to whom I have given much repay me only with resentment and ingratitude. Security can be found only by looking into oneself. Others only make a mess of things. A woman can only be pushed so far. And I’m right on the edge. Weary of the steady drip, drip of disappointment. I won’t be disappointed again. - The Countess